It's SO DAMN HOT outside that I'm compelled to drill the husband about getting a swimming pool of our own by next summer. And all this talk about pools, such as, "I'm taking a dip in the pool!" "Gotta get the pool guy to come clean out our pool." "Come to our house for a pool party!" "We're only 139.59 miles away!", makes it extremely hard to resist. Let alone the drifting sounds that come from a yard with a pool. It's a little hard to ignore when the neighbors to my right, left, front and back have swimming pools. I can't resist every now and then to take a peek through the wooden fence. Just getting ideas for our future pool layout.
Anyway, it's not as if we haven't talked about getting a pool. That topic for discussion has been brought up once or twice at EVERY Southerners home while sipping on Long Island Ice Tea. Hell! I've talked about getting a pool since I was a kid! So I think it's about time that we get one!
But first things first. I need to get my 2 year old potty trained. I don't want to feel an unmistakable heat current flowing underneath me, and much less, a snickers bar floating around while we're swimming. It'd also be a good idea to get him started on some swimming lessons, too, just to ease the mind.
In the meantime I'll have to make do with what we have. And what we have is pretty damn bad. But it suites our needs and I'm thankful. I'm pretty sure my kids aren't missing anything, so that's good. To them, they're swimming in an Olympic size blow-up pool. I think of it as a mini cocktail pool. Just add cocktails!
